just beneath the skin
05-09-2014, 11:28 AM
The approach of another did not go unnoticed - one does not survive to make their living as a viking and a mercenary without developing their danger senses. Motion from the corner of her eye caught her attention and she gave a single glance down the cliff to the wolf there before outwardly turning her attention back to the water below... though she kept one ear flicked that direction to warn of any further movement. Soon enough, the soft sound of approaching pawsteps drew her gaze back as the silvery-colored female moved closer. She stopped several steps away before speaking. Katja didn't spare a glance over the edge of the cliff; she had already seen it and saw no reason to take her eyes off the stranger. "Long, yes," she agreed, "but survivable." Did any young wolves of this land go leaping into the reflective water below, screaming wild battle cries and trusting the gods to keep them safe as they courted danger? It had never been Katja's way to indulge in such frivolous pursuits, but as a child she may have done the same had she lived here, just to conquer her fears. The woman's eyes drew her attention, with the unusual dual coloring and Katja studied them with unabashed straightforwardness. Strange eyes, though she was hardly one to talk with her gold-flecked mercury gaze. Would equally strange shadows lurk in the mind behind them? "Why come you here?" The question was posed out of more than simple curiosity, but mild enough. "Speech." |
